"Where are they? Could they have escaped?"
Qingqin's eyes were fierce as he stared at the red-dressed beauty before him, his face darkening with anger, presumably having guessed something, his words filled with rage.
'Hmph, you've experienced the power of the venom that Red Third released at great cost to her own vitality. There's no need to go into that now. I'll protect the law for you, and your immediate priority is to heal your wounds. Once your strength has recovered, we can plan for the long term." The red-clad woman snorted coldly and spoke indifferently for a few sentences before turning into a shadowy figure and disappearing from the spot.
Qingqin's expression fluctuated for a while before his eyes closed again, and he began to heal his injuries through meditation.
...
Hundreds of miles away from Iron Fire Valley in the sky, a bronze flying vehicle emerged from an inconspicuous white cloud with a whistling sound.